Alone within the crowd

eyes watching

eyes seeing

ears hearing

the rumbles beneath the facades.

Reaching out with care

a delicate brush of hand

along the mannequin face

pressing lips into a smile

tilt the head so she looks to be listening.

Beautiful people

they are everywhere

fabulously dressed

perfectly coiffed


As wars rage

rights are deleted

they no longer care

acting instead

party buffons

just like the man

on the stand

the one they put there.

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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